In every soul there are these emotions, these feelings. In every mind there are these thoughts , this wisdom In every brain there are these words, this knowledge. All coming together in sentences as we speak. Each of us are many untold stories on our own. So much one can say So much one can express Many words wrapped up in deep feelings, in tactfulness, stay inside. Behind closed doors. Inside each of us many unwritten books which will die with us. Never to be known to the people around us, the people we love, we know and donβt know. To the world When a man dies a library with many unopened books dies too.